No going back now (TBH)

[Lord Gue]

"What am I doing?"

The shuttle was specialy made, not like most special shuttles though. This one was black, and thats where the difference ended. It's siloutte practically invisible against the plain black backdrop of space itself.

"Why am I coming here?"

The scream of engines was blasted into the sky as the twin ions touched atmosphere. The acidic atmosphere of Vjun, it would be deadly, but at the least the hull of the shuttle would be able to take it. The shuttle was enveloped by the very same atmosphere on its descent

"What do I want?"

Barren, the landscape was barren and torn. Not what he expected to have seen from a planet that was one of Thrawns chosen. The shuttle settled on its surface as Michael looked out of the viewport. With a sigh he stood and walked to the door of the shuttle.

"What DO I want?"

[Maester Wargrave]

"Only you can answer that question,"a voice called from above Gue.

He sat perched on one of the lava rocks strewn around the area where Gue had set his ship. The black cloak covered most of his body, showing only a stone-like face and piercing blue eyes. His gauntleted hands rested on his knees as he stared at the new visitor.

VJun has had plenty of visitors recently.

"Well..." Maester Wargrave asked, "What do you want?"

[Lord Gue]

He vanished deeper into the ship for a moment, he opened a side panel, pulling out a large cloak, and his infamous vibroclaws. Sheathing his hands he then dawned the cloak, covering his body. Punching the door commands panel the back of the shuttle slid open as Gue disembarked.

"Perhaps I've come to die"

He rounded the side of the vessel and stood next to where he would have been on its insides

"Perhaps not"

[Maester Wargrave]

"And I am to judge whether you are here to die?" the voice chided.

"If I did that, you'd be in a spot of trouble."

Wargrave bit the inside of his lip, "No you are here for a reason...why is this? What have you lost that would cause you to come here?"

[Evil Hobgoblin]

Below Bast, nestled in the very subfoundations of the castle, was Hobgoblin's domain. It was in a prime location for using the Force and sensing offworld visitors who disturbed the planet's surface. From within a specially organized cave, Hob had the best attunement and here he could feel that someone had come to the planet Vjun.

Hob pulled more of the Force through his spirit and his senses, gleaning an impression of the visitor that suggested experience and skill, in addition to chaotic confusion and mental ineptitude. It was one of the Gue family, most likely the patriarch.

Hob extended his presence out to the area, briefly touching Wargrave's Force line. ~Not worth the effort to convince, this one is. When fight him you do, assist you my power will.~

[Lord Gue]

He felt it, a strange power, over the area. Such as a spirit in the force, yet not. He didnt feel any harm from it, just a probing sort of feel, he disregarded it for now. He focused his attentions back to the dark one on the hill.

"I've come here for power, there is much power here on Vjun, I can sense it, and with these hands, I shall take of it"

[Maester Wargrave]

Wargrave nodded as he heard Hobgoblin's voice. Then he raised an eyebrow at Gue's last statement.

"Oh you shall? Do you think taking this power will turn you from a failure into a success?"

[Lord Gue]

He could feel the raw energies of his own anger congealing in the pit of his gut, this one wasnt the pick of the litter, he could feel it, but he was standing in the way, he would either need to be removed or get out of the way

"What I am to you is of no concern, I am here, and I will take of it"

[Maester Wargrave]

"Tell me...are all Gues like this? Or only the foolish ones?"

[Lord Gue]

"Are you going to talk me to death, or perhaps say something relevant to anything?"
[I]He took a step foreward, on towards Bast, on towards this man.

[Maester Wargrave]

"Very well,

Wargrave leaped in front of Gue blocking his path.

"Oh but it is my business why you are here. If I were to arrive on your planet, unannounced, with out saying why I am here...wouldn't you want it to be your business?"

The Dark Jedi opened his cloak slightly.

"Now...why are you here?"

[Slayn Cloak]

Slayn, who had been on his way to meet Taylor for a spar, became desecrated by a shuttle as it landed. It wasn't very far out of his way, so he decided he deserved a little fun. Using the shadows to pass distances quickly he came upon the designated area for their spar, Taylor and he. It was quite odd to see a man he had come across long ago, during his stay at TSE. Taylor and Gue had exchanged words, it seemed to go noweher, as things often do with this type, but then, a climax of sorts; This in fact compelled Slayn to speak out loud. He was only a meter behind Gue when he spoke, Taylor had no doubt known of his presence the entire time.

" Perhaps his previous statement was correct Master Wargrave, He has come to die... "

[Zasz Grimm]

Perched.

Perched was He.

Perched was Zasz Grimm as he watched on to Wargrave,and Gue. It would be interesting to see what played out. Zasz was perched on a post, that wasn't that far off from the gates them selves. He stayed crouched as his cloak seemed to flow downward with the dusts of polluted air.

He arched his right brow as he placed some of his weight on his heels as he watched on. How very interesting to see someone so foolish to try and come claim power...Here.

On Bast.

On Bast's hollowed ground.

[Lord Gue]

He didnt move, he sensed them, he sensed them all. The ones that had just come, the ones that had been. They mattered not. If the worst arose he would bathe the ground in their blood.

"Ive come to claim the power of your kind, and add it as my own"

[I]His Life
His Time
Now

[Maester Wargrave]

"Very well. And how do you propose to claim this power?" Wargrave asked as the new presences came around him.

"We could always escort you to the palace. Or we could simply tell you to get back on your shuttle and never come back."

Wargrave opened his senses and waited for any moves from Gue.

[Lord Gue]

"I will claim this power with any means at my disposal, If I do so with your help, fine, if not, then so be it"

[Maester Wargrave]

Wargrave allowed himself a tight smile.

"What could a Sith like you want with Dark Jedi like us? Shouldn't you go crawling back to the Sith Order or the Empire?"

[Lord Gue]

"Power knows no limitations, What I seek isnt bound by any creed or allegiance...."

He smirked under his cloak

"And besides, are you stalking me pretty boy?"

[Maester Wargrave]

"No...but I have information which reports about your ever-changing loyalties."

He shifted underneath his own cloak, "Power may have no loyalties, but we do. And we will not allow someone who will simply run over our members to get what they wish.

"I suggest you leave...now."

[Lord Gue]

"Noted, now, get out of my way"

[I]He took another step foreward, exagerating the the drop of his foot.

[Maester Wargrave]

Wargrave didn't budge. It was his duty to keep unwanted guests from entering the Bast Castle grounds. And a Sith whose loyalties changed at the drop of a hydrospanner was not going to change his mind.

"No."

[Lord Gue]

[I]He continued his slow pace forewards, he wasnt going to be stoped by simple words from this little man

[Maester Wargrave]

Wargrave still stood in his way, letting his 6 foot 3 frame serve as a better wall instead of a door.

He preferred not to strike first, but he would if need be.

"Mister Gue I fear you are not welcome here on VJun. I am giving you your second warning. Please return to your ship and leave. If you do not, you will face consequences."

[Lord Gue]

"Consequences..."

He continued, his slow pace keeping him far enough from Wargrave to not run into him

"If you believe your little gathering here can punish me for my transgresion, then do so try it. Else I suggest you stand aside and let me pass"

[Maester Wargrave]

"What you fail to realize is that you will not even come into sight of the castle."

Wargrave locked a cold, blue eyed gaze into Gue's eyes.

"You will not make it past this place. You will have to go through me before you see the spires of Bast Castle."

[Lord Gue]

"As you wish, either remove yourself or be removed"

[I]He hated being the typical sith, but he was left with little recourse this time. He hunched forewards a little and opened his stance.

[Maester Wargrave]

Wargrave gave his own sigh.

"Do you not listen to advice. I suggest you leave. Consider it a...friendly reminder. Any other would have attacked you by now."

[Lord Gue]

"Any other would be out of my way by now, so how about you be like the rest"

[I]He finally stood toe to toe with the man, he hadnt moved away the entire time, and now there was no choice

[Maester Wargrave]

"Mister Gue, what part of 'no' do you not understand. I suggest you find your power elsewhere.

"Now...leave."

[Lord Gue]

Wargrave could definatly hear the low huming of the vibroclaws as they activated at Gue's sides

"I think you best make me" [I]He practicaly whispered

[Maester Wargrave]

Gue flew back towards the shuttle, his body slamming into the star craft as he did.

Wargrave stood there, unhooking his lightsaber from his belt.

Why was it, he wondered, Force users were always the most difficult to deal with.

[Lord Gue]

Instead of slumping away from the craft he just hovered there on the skin of the vessel, slowly looking back down the way towards the man, a new fire burning in his eyes. He threw his hands back, letting the cloak fly off of him, his sets of viboblades radiating with power as he settled back down slowly against the ground. He turned his head to the side slightly, keeping his eyes locked with Wargraves, and coughed lightly, his devilish grin all appearent.

"My turn...."

[I]He fell to his hands and legs, charging with the form of a cheetah, his claws cutting lines into the rocky outcropings he flew over. Pulling out towards the one in his way, he felt his own powers being blocked, in his gut he could feel the rage building, like an electrical storm on the verge.

Flipping up into the air he twisted down, reaching out with his clawed fist, bringing his claws to bear in full to the chest of his opponent.

[Maester Wargrave]

Wargrave smiled as the man flew towards him.

"A good show of trickery Mister Gue."

The Dark Jedi's blue-red lightsaber ignited as Gue extended his claws down towards Wargrave's chest.

A quick flick of the blue-red blade, and the vibroblade claws fell harmlessly to the ground.

"Cheap parlor tricks will not help you," In the same motion as his saber cut, Wargrave pushed Gue back again with the Force, sending him smacking into the side of the ship.

"I call you a fraud and a charleton."

[Lord Gue]

"Call me what you will, Im no slave to the force as you seem to be"

He opened the palm of his hand, allowing his once proud weapon to fall from his grip. He had the other, and that would make due.

He summoned his inner anger, transgressions taken hold from generations past. Unspeakable things that fueled his desires, and such his power burst through that of this planets hold over him.

His grin had not deminished since he had first been thrown back, and thus forth he wouldnt yet. As he walked towards Wargrave again, slightly faster than before, small flickers of electricity could be scene flashing around in the cockpit of the shuttle. Looking right at Wargrave he spoke

"Id suggest you tell your compatriot mov..."

And before he finished his last word the shuttle exploded in a ball of fire, sending Cloak hurtling to the side with the force of the explosion. Gue shrugged.

"..e, nevermind. Was never my faveorite shuttle anyways."

[I]He would not be thrown back again, he would not be thrown back again.

[Maester Wargrave]

"A pity, you were not my favorite person either."

Wargrave gave his own smile and reached out with the Force. Gue supposedly was indeed powerful but Wargrave had his own powers.

Gue saw shadows, then nother as Wargrave blinded him with the Force.

Another Force Push and Gue was sent into the fireball.

[Lord Gue]

He bent in the middle as his body was thrust into the fire of the wreckage. His hip struck against the side of one of molten pieces, melting his skin on touch. He let out a blood curdling scream. The hairs on his body burned to crisps as his clothing melted to fibers against his skin.

"YYYYYYYYYYYyooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!"

His thrashing body fliped from side to side as his flesh slowly melted away, burning to ash as his form crumpled under the fire, slowly disappearing into the flames.

From beside Wargrave a voice spoke up

"I do so love a good show, you?"

[Maester Wargrave]

"Yes, I do Mister Gue. A good show indeed"

His guantled fist slammed into Gue's face sending him back, into one of the acidic rocks.

"Cute Mister Gue...very cute."

[Lord Gue]

As he fell back against the rock he hovered his back slightly above it, prefering not burn himself on an acid rock. Crossing his arms he pushed himself straight up to his feet.

"Well lookie there, arnt those the spires of Bast?"

[I]He kicked up the rock, and with his claw he slashed it to rubble, knocking it all in Wargraves direction.

[Evil Hobgoblin]

In the eye of his mind, Hobgoblin had seen all that had transpired so far. Wargrave had allowed Gue to proceed far too much by opposing him with only words, and had committed a vast transgression by attempting to seize Bast for himself.

And when the shuttle's explosion had caught Slayn in its' blast, Hobgoblin knew that he had watched the barbarian Gue long enough.

Exerting his mind's influence on the lines of the Force, Hob caught Slayn in a strong Force grip that safeguarded him from being driven into the ground with the explosion's concussive force. His fellow Dark Jedi hit the ground as though he'd done nothing more than slip.

Then Hob began to draw elsewhere working and weaving with the Force around Wargrave in such a way that his speed would be increased tenfold.

[Maester Wargrave]

Wargrave felt the surge of strength and acted. He shot through the air, sending the rocks with him back towards Gue.

His hand slammed into Gue's face again, then his lightsaber hand cut the vibroblade claws again.

As the two hit the ground, Wargrave piledrived Gue face first into the rocks.

Thanks Master Hobgoblin

[Lord Gue]

As Gue's face was being slamed into the rock, he used Wargraves own momentum against him. Raising his arm between Wargraves and his body, he shot it foreward, griping the side of Wargraves shoulder. He pulled back on his shoulder while using the force to shove him forewards even faster, fliping him over his own shoulder roughly as he crashed backwards right over the bloudled

[Maester Wargrave]

Wargrave rolled over the rock, feeling some pain in his back.

He righted himself, then smiled.

"Excellent, Mister Gue. Yet still...a bit droll."

Wargrave smile grew cold and he formed a pool of shadows around him. His hand shot forward and the shadows attacked Gue, enveloping him in darkness.

The Dark Jedi leaped in the air, and pressed a button on a comlink in his belt.

[Lord Gue]

He stood perfectly still, he couldnt see anything. He sensed... he sensed nothing. He felt strange, like a depression falling over him. He felt paralysed, as he tried to move he was met with seemingly his own resistance...

"What..."

[Slayn Cloak]

Slayn could feel Hob touching him, it was in the most awing manner to the Dark Jedi. He was so far away and manipulated Slayn's surroundings so pleasantly. He arose with a smile, it had breached his composure do to two reasons. One was the grace he had received from the hobgoblin, and the other, Lord Gue... An insect, stuck to fly paper as it where.

Taylors methods of shadow weren't unlike Slayns manipulation of the living force, one was a manifestation of force power, and the other, life energy. In either case it left Gue wanting, and vulnerable...

Slayn breached Gue's simple mind with great ease, as he walked closer to Gue's body he spoke in his mind. His words screamed as his own thoughts and bit at him, in the manner of a migraine.

" I didn't much appreciate that, though it did buy you a small amount of time."

The Dark Jedi's eyes powered out a tenebrious fluid, it resembled ink, and was in fact his own life energy. His wrist split open to the same effect, and his body seemed to age. His skin becoming a dark shade of grey, and cording. As he opened his mouth more of the dark matter exploded forth, exploded forth and took shape....

As Slayn crafted the darkness Gue received a terrible shock. Inside his tomb, the cell as it were to be, provided by Taylor- He was purged by a great spike, entering from his lower back, just slightly to the left of that said kidney. It tore through the weaklings body tissue at a thirty degree angle exciting just below his clavicle. Just after witch it would fizz away and return to the Dark Jedi, Slayn Cloak.

This repeated several times from different angles, each leaving an entrance, and exit wound, with no material to bar the blood from escaping his weak vessel.

[Lord Gue]

There, he felt a prescence outside the silence, it wasnt physical, but mental.

" I didn't much appreciate that, though it did buy you a small amount of time."

On the mental plane he could see it, a mind, not an average one, enhanced. Slayin, it was SLayin, he could feel it coming from him. As the spike tore at his flesh he knew he had to act. He envisioned a battering ram in his mind, against the walls of Slayins. The Wall represented Slayins subconscious, and Gue was slowly working away at the walls in his mind that seperated primative needs from social constraints. He was working to force Slayin into breaking his concentration with a primative rush. His rib cage cracked as he thrust his chest foreward, away from the digging spike

[Maester Wargrave]

Wargrave smiled as he felt the pain in Gue's mind

"Do you see now, Mister Gue why you cannot go to Bast. And now...you have doomed yourself."

The shadows took physical form and began contracting and constricting around Gue's body. A crack was heard as the Sith's right arm broke.

[Lord Gue]

[I]He didnt scream, this wasnt the first time his arm had broken in combat, all things were liabilities now. Forcing control over his abilities he pressed froewards, not physicaly, but with his strength in the force. A swirl began forming among the shadows as their forms continued to contract and expand. Gathering his strength he pushed through.

The swirl became larger and faster until suddenly a it shattered, and outstretched fist protruding through the breach as Gue riped through the shadows as if he were a candle. They fell behind him, as if they never existed.

He turned and with great anger held up his good arm, his finger outstretched, his face clenched with great passion. He reached out to the boy, the small one with mental focus. He yanked him off his feet, tossing him into the air and straight into Gue's hand. His fist gripping around the edges of his head as he struck down with the full strength of his body and crushed the small ones face into the ground.

[Maester Wargrave]

It was time to end this.

Wargrave grabbed Slayn in a Force Grip and leaped backwards, carrying the two away from the fight.

"Mister Xilarian," he said into his comlink, "Now"

[Silus Xilarian]

High above the surface of Vjun. A lone TIE circled. A TIE Interceptor/Executioner hybrid.....Silus was training with Wargrave when someone landed without authorization. Wargraves last instructions were for him to be on standby in his TIE, just in case his piloting skills were needed....

No one noticed him there, either that or they didnt care. But as Wargrave's words rang through the open comlink, he was going to make his impression felt.

Silus began his descent, zooming in his view of the ground. Wargrave had cleared the scene of all friendlies...All who was left in the open was Gue.

The TIE's descent was nearly straight down. Silus took aim. On the very spot where Gue stood, three advanced concussion missiles were locked on, and promptly fired....

Silus cut hard right and jerked the craft into a climb as all three missiles hit ground and exploded.....

[Lord Gue]

[I]He watched them all abandon the area, a battle cry emited from his throat, enough to curdle the blood of a hardened imperial general. Thats when he heard it, the cry from above, the unmistakeable whine of a TIE engine. It was bearing down faster than he had time to react for. He grabed his hurt arm and ducked his head as the missles came down.

In the blink of an eye the exploded where he was, so it seemed. In the blink of an eye he had reached out, detonating the propllent chambers of each of the missles independantly, cuasing a premature detonation of each explosives package before ground level. The boom was devestating to the ears as the shockwave crushed everything around him, slaming his body to the ground roughly.

As the smoke began to clear away, Gue lay flat against the ground, with a low groan he began to slowly pulling himself up with his one good arm.

[Slayn Cloak]

As Taylor released Gue from his cell, so that Silus could get a clear shot, the belligerent, yet severly wounded Force adept known as Gue jumped at Slayn. He had only moved a half meter away from his original holding when he was met with more of the tenebrious life energy. It had been stretched as cords in the air whipping at Gue's body, causing wounds on his legs and torso. Though never a threat, he was embolized. Slayn was then pushed away by Taylor. He couldn't see why at first, but the concussion missiles where more than forthcoming, as the shockwave of the explosion hit Gue's body.

[Zachariah Darmok]

In the distance on the Vjun rocks stood what looked from Gues view as a hooded figure dressed like death himself, a view that would frighten even the most force adept creatures in the galaxy. However, no force signature could be detected nor could any life force, but the hooded figure stood strait and his staff held by his side emitting a blue glow from its top point which looked as if it was some kind of dark blue crystal.

Why he had been watching ws anyones guess but the dark hooded figure took this opportunity to talk to Gue through means of talepathy at this point when Gue was in his most weakest state. The voice bellowed in in Gues head, ecoeing signs of madness and dispair as if a thousand screams has been forced into his mind,perhaps the thousands near on millions of people gue and his henchman had killed, perhaps just the voices of shadow.

'Sith Master......GUE!....leave now while you are weak and do not return, or face death on this lonely stretch of planet where your body will NEVER!! be seen by loved onces again, these dark jedi will not spare you body for burial...so go and recover try again another day with your pittyful minions....or do not come back it is your call.' The voices yelled finaly sending a brain peircing scream and with the sound of flames slowly died away peacefully.

Gue must then have known the hooded figure had emmited this deadly warning, but instead of being on the rocks the figure stood right behind Gue waiting for him to rise...how he made his journey so quickly was anyones guess he supposed.

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